Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahrain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
JFA,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Quadrant,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Television,
Index,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
E-Dancer,
Joy Division,
Grauzone,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Darondo,
The Skatalites,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Cluster,
Banda Bassotti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Freddie Wadling,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.